The screams of the
three armed men, holding semi automatic machine guns and containing
grenades in there bulky green protection pouches. There eyes dark,
huge sleep bags laid under there dark eyes. Scars all over there
faces, one of them wore a black beanie. Two of them stood over him
the one to Chris' right had the black beanie as for the left
soldier was a skinhead, and evil look...causing more fear to become
visible through Chris' eyes.

Chris could feel nothing was about to be sweet talk, or anything good
to come along. His eyes burning in fear as blood dripped from the
left side of his head, a deep cut slip across his forehead, skin and
blood mixed together, he could only wonder what was in store for him
next.

He looked at the two Germans in his view, there broken language
hitting his ears tightly as they tried to get through to him, but he
already knew that he couldn't try anything to escape. His mind
traveled slowly as they watched over him like a Hawk. Flashback...

His mind set on getting help and information about the terrorist he
had just had a conversation to, the German terrorist that had blown
an abandoned factory up. . .

He turned the knob on the front door, only to receive the butt of a
semi automatic machine gun forced at his head, Hard.

The crack of the skull filed the room, as the skin split across,
causing a huge amount of blood and agony to thrust out of control.
Chris fell to floor, violently, his body thumping onto the hard
floors, as he feels the pain crawl from his head down to his body.
Crying in agony as he tried to look up before darkness threw him to
the floor. Flashback fades...

Chris looks at them, a glare is placed from his sorrow look as he
tried to see where the head commander of the soldiers had gone,
before he feels that he was standing behind him, leaning back feeling
that a pair of legs standing behind him as he crouched on the
grounds. He gradually looked up to see him; a smirk crossed the
German's face as he looked down at the young man. . .

He held out a videotape, a SONY video camera. Starting his way to the
side of him catching the almost falling stand for the camera.

"We are going to let the whole world see how much of a failure
Lieutenant

Chris Burnett is"

The German spoke as he looked at him, his face so serious and angry
as he switched the camera on, and focused it on Chris, as he sat
there, his legs out on the ground his palms helping his weight up as
he felt the rush of pain run through his head. The blood was starting
to become dry over his head, small splatters laid next to his left
eye. He gave the camera a soft glare, as he knew that his parent
would see it, knowing his mother will cry and worry so much she could
commit suicide, He started to shiver. His face in sorrow as he
watched the German's prepare for a Live capture for the news to show
the whole world, he cleared his throat. He knew what they wanted but
he couldn't give it to them he had no idea where it was nor who had
the pictures.

"1...I don't know where the photo's are"

He struggled to let out, he bit his lower lip and shut his eyes
tightly as pain rushed through him, and the stinging feeling of the
cut being infected began to poor in.

"Whatever. . . But I bet you will change your mind and what you
say when

You...

He stopped and nodded to the other two soldiers in the room, slightly
nodding his head to the front door, obviously ordering them to leave.
The two nod and salute slowly before heading outside. He turned back
to Chris and glared.

" . . .. Till I what?"

He demanded an answer as he watched the German smile at him until the
sound of scraping and crackly radio wav sound interrupt him. Chris
jolts his head to the radio on. The table near him. The German kept
smiling at him, making him furious. His

Adrenaline started to hammer inside him as well as a headache.
Receiving the CB Radio in his hand he clicked it on and held it..
.the crackling sound eco through, letting a beat of silence fill the
broken room. .

Chris dragged his ocean blue eyes up to see him listening to the
German speaking in their little language. Chris began to get his
witty ways back to him, as he tried to think positive, even though he
knew it wasn't a positive situation.

Chris looked up at him. . .

"Ok...Make sure they don't get away...if they do, kill them"

Chris shot his head up; the first people he thought of were his
parents he rushed to find out, as fear started to evolve quicker and
thicker.

".. What! What are you doing? "

Chris yelled in demand of knowing who he had told the two soldiers to
keep hostage as his eyes widen as he didn't receive an answer, his
heart began to pound hard as he watched the German smile at him.

"Who are you keeping Hostage?"

Chris shouted!, furiously as his neck began to cover red with the
anger he kept inside but his fear rose harder as he hoped so hard it
wasn't his parents, hoping his parents aren't in any harm because of
himself.

"Halt die Schnauze!"

The German yelled in anger and Rage as he looked down at Chris and
turned off the CB Radio quickly slamming it down onto the table,
causing Chris to jump at the thud beside him. The silence began to
fill the room ... the sun started to fall as the cold, painful day
slowly went to an end. Was this a good thing...or was it just going
to get worse? Chris sat there and let the pain rub against him as his
mind traveled to his parents hoping they were alive and well...

He looked down at his knees that lay before him. he pondered hard on
how and if was going to get out of this mess. Is this all because he
took a flight over Bosnia and took photo's revealing a dark
secret?...was it all because he didn't listen to Stackhouse...Was
Stackhouse's death all because of him, if he didn't leave him
would Stackhouse still be alive...Would he be alive?. Chris filled
his aching mind with these questions, Questions of the past.

Soon Chris' thoughts are rudely interrupted as the shivering sound
of a clicking and beeping on a camera shoots his attention.

He focuses his highly intense blue eyes up to the red light as it
flicked on and off for two minutes, loading. Ready for the LIVE video
for the world to see. Chris didn't care what the world thought or
will think after they see this, or when they are watching it. All
Chris cared about was his safety of his mother and father...where
they safe?...he has no idea!.

The German stared at him, a scar from the top of his forehead
traveled to the top right end of his eye brow. He glared at him with
his deep green eyes and took his eyes to the buttons on he camera as
it gave its sign of completion, to roll the camera ready!.

"Now Chris...

He began before he have himself a lightened face as he nodded,
remembering something. He jumped over to the CB Radio and clicked it
on, the crackling sound echoed the room.

"Get over here, Soldier"

He demanded, before disconnecting the call, he replied something else
in German and threw the Radio on the table once again causing the
thud on the table beside the frightened Chris.

Chris now felt his heart beginning to pound hard, as the door slammed
open. The Soldier who wore the black cotton beanie walked in and
stood in front of his commander and saluted slowly.

The commander directed the soldier where to stand with his eyes and
slowly went back to the camera. He was ready to roll and get the show
on fire!

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